The other day, while chatting with a friend, I asked her about the changes that marriage had brought in her. Her reply was a simple ” I am leading my life my own way”. Somehow those words kept haunting me. How many of us have the freedom to “lead” our own lives, especially after marriage? There is an unspoken and unacknowledged transfer of authority of our lives to the spouses and their families. We are bound by what they think and wish for, rather that what we would be more comfortable in. Now, I am not one of the staunch feminist kinds. And I do believe in compromises that we all should make to make our relationships more pleasant. But there has to be a line drawn. I wonder how many of us can actually do that. Our entire lives are spent in trying to please these relations. While doing so, we forget ourselves, and our happiness. Another friend of mine had once remarked “We get only one life, so live for yourself”. I had dismissed it as a selfish thought. But when I look back at the years spent, I find that the best moments in my life were the ones that I lived for myself. I would not want to reach the end of my life and wonder why such moments were so less and whether I can boast of having lived my life to its fullest.